Space monkey, space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air

Come gather round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tellAbout a brave young primate, outer space knew him wellHe was born at the top of a big old treeWay back in 1953.

He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toesTill they took him to russia cause they could I supposeThey dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snowShot him off in a rocket where no man would go

Space monkey space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the airThere'll be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle you'll be on your own.

He had plenty of cuban bananas and loads of spamBut he found great difficulty trying to open the canOne day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost controlIt spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black hole

It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey yearsThat's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears

Space monkey space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the airThere'll be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle you'll be all on your own.

Space monkey, space monkeyIt's time to get realThe space race is over, how does it feelCold war's had a heatwave, iron curtain's torn downThey've rolled up the carpet in space monkey town

Now leningrad is petersburg and petersburg's hellFor a card-carrying monkey with a story to tellThe space monkey was reportedly last sighted aboutA half a block off of red squareIn a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friendsThere was the dog that flew sputnikAnd a blind red-headed, one legged parrotWho had done some minor research for dow chemicalThey were drinking american vodkaImported all the way from paducah, kentuckyAnd reportedly had their arms around each other'sShoulders singing."those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end"

Space monkey, space monkeyThere's nothing to doBut it's better than living in a communist zooThere'll be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle you'll be all on you own